Escape from the Order!

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Escape from the ORDER!

By Steve Nelson

With special Technical assistance provided by Shirley Ann Nelson

Expanded SMASHWORDS EDITION 2018

This story is a work of fiction. It is suitable for young adults and up. Every Amer-I-Can should read this story! The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously. However the basis for this story is True. Real statements from Real people appear in the text and elements that are factual are also listed as such in the Glossary Section following the story.

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1 Something About Me

Chapter 2 My New Farm Assignment

Chapter 3 My 1st Work Period at the Farm

Chapter 4 Our Periods moved on Swiftly

Chapter 5 My New Field of Study

Chapter 6 My Next Lesson

Chapter 7 Noticing Some Interesting Differences

Chapter 8 My Chat with The Lovely new Arrival

Chapter 9 Sleep Period Rendezvous

Chapter 10 My New Assignment Briefing

Chapter 11 Interview with an Old Friend?

Chapter 12 My First Full Work Period on the Job!

Chapter 13 The Human in the New Order

Chapter 14 Another Work Period and I am Hard at Work!

Chapter 15 My 3rd Work Period

Chapter 16 My 4th Work Period

Chapter 17 My 5th Work Period Adventure

Chapter 18 Cottage Study Course Sec. A

Chapter 19 Cottage Study Course Sec. B

Chapter 20 My Friend has a BIG Plan~ Part A

Chapter 21 My Work Period Went Rather Well

Chapter 22 Finishing the Work Period on a High Note

Chapter 23 My Weekend WORK Party

Chapter 24 My Friend has a BIG Plan~ Part B

Chapter 25 We Leave City 7

Chapter 26 One World Security Council Briefing

Chapter 27 A Little Trouble on the Way to the Sea Port

Chapter28 The Escape ARK

Chapter 29 Outward to Sea in the Escape ARK

Chapter 30 Smooth Sailing?

Chapter 31 Land Ho!

Epilog

Fun Glossary of Interesting Fictional People, Places & Things

Plus- Real People quoted in: Escape from the ORDER!

Other books by Steve Nelson

Chapter 1 Something About Me

The circle of my time doesn’t matter much. All I know is that I am here and this circle is now. Maybe my story doesn’t matter much either. But it matters to me, so I’m going to tell my story anyway. I hope you may be entertained, instructed and maybe even warned. Perhaps you’ll even learn a thing or two. Perhaps if you have just one of these thoughts while reading my story, you can then set your mind to doing something better with your life in your circle of time. Whatever you do is up to you. Personally I’m just going to let my story flow here on these pages and together we’ll see just where we end up. So Dear Reader, are You OK with this plan?

Let us begin. I currently find myself and those who came with me, high up in the tops of a Big Rock of an island. This big rock of an island towers about 4,000 basic units above sea level at its peak, (where I am currently sitting and writing my story). This elevation measurement is what I currently read here on my instruments. Now the story of how we came to be here on this speck of solid earth is what this work is all about. Are we in danger of starving or dying of some other related problem? No because, we brought plenty of equipment and stores with us. You on the other hand might be in danger yourself, if you haven’t put away enough for yourself and your loved ones. My problem was really very simple. I and those that came with me could no longer live in the New Order. There was no other choice for us than to escape. I had a dear friend that chose another route. He was a Real hero to me and really to us all! He features prominently in this story and so his story is Our story, and this story is of the future of all humanity as well. What will you make of it I wonder? Let me tell you Dear Reader, my thoughts are of you as we relive Our story together. Now let us not lose another moment! Time is so precious! Let’s get right to it.

I don’t know where or exactly when I was born. All I was told was that the female who bore me was a drug addict. Thus I was taken away from her at delivery and for my first 10 circles of life on this planet; I was in a Government training facility. Where exactly was this facility, I never knew that either. So I really know nothing of the location of the facility or of she who gave me birth. All real knowledge of her was taken from me and I received only the one very convenient story.

So there at the training facility I was taught basic reading and writing skills and a little bit of math, and very little else.

Also while there, I was injected as all newborns are, with a tracking and information microchip in my right hand. This chip, which is smaller than a grain of rice, can be scanned by an Enforcer wherever required or whenever I visited any subsection of the facility, such as a food dispensary or a living dormitory. Just ahead is a picture of one of the early model RFID chips, (Radio-frequency identification), that are used today to keep tabs on us humans. These chips it may be noted operate off the electrical currents of the human body. Such currents are routed throughout the human body and at certain junctures such as the hand or the forehead. These chips are placed at these points so as to gain maximum and convenient efficiency in their operation.

As a disciplinary function and also for convenience, my head has always been shaved since delivery, as are all of us humans in the New Order society. I also received my first public view tattoo on the backside of my right wrist and arm that displays my name for easy identification. Over time these tattoos can be distorted somewhat as a human grows. So from time to time updates are needed to keep ones public view tattoo legibly readable for the Enforcers, I know as I have had several updates myself. So then, what is my name at this time, I will tell you now. My name exactly as I read it is, ‘Male20140414HBSC.’

Of course I was given that name many circles ago. My first name that I was assigned when at the Government facility for my first 10 circles was, ‘Male20140414pHBSC.’ So what does all that mean? Well, I’ll just quickly break it down for you? I’ll do my first 10 circle name and then others later, how will that be? So here it is, ‘Male2014’ is my sex and circle of delivery. So therefore I was known in conversation as ‘Male2014.’ Next up we have; ‘0414’ which is the cycle and work period of my delivery. Then the ‘pHBSC’ section simply stood for, ‘Potential Human Breeding Stock- City.’ Let me tell you, I had no idea what this meant at that time.

So there I was. I was living my first circles of life there in a major city of the North American Union, somewhere in the Midwest of the continent. The entire world by hook and definitely by crook had been at this time taken over by the New Order.

There in the youth facility is where I met and made myself a friend. We did everything together. As young males do, we pulled pranks and teased the young females. Turning some of their coveralls inside out and tying legs together, and even sowing them together at the laundry was a favorite. Once in awhile we sowed their socks together too. We got good at it and we imagined that we could be sail makers on one of those mythical pirate ships that may have been used anciently. We set their time clocks so that a lot of alarms would all go off together, or not at all. We removed some of their dormitory doors and hid them elsewhere. I found some sort of really slippery jell once, it seemed completely harmless, and so we went through their dorm rooms and lathered the stuff on as many knobs as we could find. The female matron in charge liked me a lot after that. Once, we made out and placed in the female dorms some Fake room violation tickets that instructed them to call the administrators office at once! The administrator’s office was bombarded with calls for seemingly endless work and sleep periods! We thought that was kind of neat! Several times, we put together some Fake spiders and pretended to be kind to them, and then fetched them their favorite Protein shakes with the spiders right on top or dunked down in a bit. We generally did this at the evening meal period when they might be extra tired from their work periods activities. We were so sincere about it too!

You know, I had several visits to the office of the director of the youth facility, for our wild activities. Then on about my 3rd visit it was made clear to me that if I & my friend persisted in these subversive activities, our futures would be severely limited. We might even be assigned to the FPR, (Food Production & Recycling), section.

Though I never gave the threat of the FPR facility much thought, it was however, very real to a youngsters mind. I never really noticed much that those that were assigned to that section never returned. We figured that it must have been some kind of prison, much worse than the facility we were in. So after several of those office visits, I and my friend, well we kind’ of reformed our ways somewhat. I won’t mention the thumb tack incident and the directors’ phone handle, that’s another story all by itself.

I think I forgot to mention my friends name here in my narrative. We were buddies in everything! His name was at that time, ‘Male20120610pM,’ or ‘Male2012’ as I called him.

His name deciphered would be again, the sex and delivery date, and the letter designator ‘pM’ for, ‘Potential Military’. In other words the directors of the facility and others in the New Order had their collective eye on him for a later military occupation.

Did we youngsters ever really know or imagine what these letters in our names meant? Not in the least. We just endeavored to have fun where and when we could and also learn what we could from the rather boring lessons taught there in the facility. It never was even part of our thought processes as young males looking for fun and enjoying friendship, that we were just a few out of many, that were even allowed to live. We had some solace though in our regular Mother Earth devotionals. Where we were taught at the Government Training Facility the place of us humans among the few species still found in nature. We learned of for example: how too many of us humans had been and could potentially be again, a terrible blight on Mother Earth. Therefore our numbers needed to be cut back and controlled. We felt glad about that at the time.

We never saw the city actually, as we were always in our Government Training Facility that was walled off from the, I guess you’d call them, older humans. But we’d sure hear stuff though. Sirens and loud pops from time to time and the screams, the awful blood curdling screams! Sometimes they went on work period after work period, and sleep cycle after sleep cycle. We were told of on and off food riots, and other disorders that had occurred when we’d hear those sounds from out there.

So, my little world within the city was all right there, in the Training Facility. Every time those loud pops and bangs occurred, we were told- Everything is under Control and Don’t worry, the Enforcers have the situation in hand. We tried not to think about what could be happening out there. We couldn’t see it and we were safe. We all tried to concentrate on our lessons. We sang and hummed comforting songs of Mother Earth!

One day stands out above all the rest in my mind. It was probably my hardest day ever. Male2012 and I both grieved. We could not imagine a greater sadness could occur. It was kind of a graduation day of sorts. A notice arrived informing my friend that his residency at the facility was terminated. He was reassigned to a military training facility far away. He was given that one day to report to the Licensing Section, for his tattoo and chip alterations to take place. His new name would be ’Male20120610Mt,’ or ‘Military trainee.’ My friend was loaded on a transport, along with several others, also designated to leave for various destinations the next day. When I cried, I was severely very reprimanded! I spent the rest of the afternoon writing on an erase board, ‘I will not cry.’

Later, I was sent to my cubical without even an evening Protein shake. Oh and by the way, our cubicles are about 5 feet by 7 feet, blue in color, and stacked two rows high in the male dorms. The female cubicles are the same only a soft pink in color.

The following work period, my schedule was back to normal like nothing had ever happened. I was even allowed a morning Protein shake. Blueberry is my all time favorite flavor. I live for blueberry!

After enduring three more boring circles on my own, with no new friends that I knew of, I received my reassignment notification also. I don’t think anyone missed me when I left. My chip info and tattooed name were changed to, ‘Male20140414pHBSF,’ or as I learned later, ‘potential Human Breeding Stock- Farm.’

I didn’t know it at the time, but a young female also cried when I left. She spent an afternoon on an erase board as well, writing the same stupid thing, ‘I will not cry.’ She also, received no evening Protein shake, just like me. I learned of her ordeal from her own sweet lips in later circles.

Chapter 2 My New Farm Assignment

The Communal Farm was some distance from the city, and a real treat for me. I must have done something right to warrant this privilege. You see, only the most privileged humans ever get to see beyond the training facility, or their regular work environment. The daily life of the human in the New Order is very tightly controlled. To my knowledge, most humans never even see the outside world. When Enforcers return from putting down a rebellion here and there, their brains are wiped blank from what it was they had to do as well as their view of the outside world.

Otherwise, they might go insane! An insane Enforcer could be very, very dangerous to himself and to others! At least that was what I was told at the time. In later circles, I learned that was not exactly, or completely true.

I was just a little over 11 circles old in this big world, when I boarded the transport for the Farm. There were no windows on the transport, so I couldn’t even tell what kind of transport it was beyond the fact, that it had a well lit and had a spacious cabin with nice comfy seats and a pastel grey carpet that covered the flooring. There weren’t many of us on the transport, just 6 or were there 7 of us males, and a similar number of females, but oh well I wasn’t counting closely, and so we spread out in the spacious cabin.